Faeowulf

The enigmatic bipedal fae wolf, stands as a testament to the ethereal and the macabre intertwined. Picture them amidst a backdrop of shadowy groves, where moonlight filters through the dense canopy, casting an otherworldly glow upon their form.

Their physique is striking, a seamless fusion of lupine grace and humanoid elegance. Faeowulf's sleek, obsidian fur glistens with an almost supernatural sheen, interrupted only by subtle accents of pink that dance along their lithe frame like whispers of twilight. Their limbs, sinewy and powerful, move with a fluidity that belies their inherent feral nature.

Atop their noble visage rests a haunting mask, fashioned from the bleached skull of a wolf. Adorned with intricate carvings and runes of arcane origin, it serves as both a symbol of reverence to their lupine heritage and a shroud to conceal their true countenance. Through the empty eye sockets of the skull, Faeowulf's piercing pink eyes gleam with an unsettling intelligence, betraying depths of wisdom and mystery.

But perhaps the most arresting aspect of Faeowulf's appearance is the tangled web of twine and iron barbed wire that ensnares their form. Wound tightly around their body in spiraling patterns, it serves as both a binding and a prison, a constant reminder of their dual nature. Though the twine may seem innocuous, the touch of iron sends waves of searing agony coursing through their being, a torment endured ceaselessly due to their fae essence.

The air around Faeowulf hangs heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the faint scent of plasma, a lingering reminder of the battles they have fought and the sacrifices made in the name of their existence. Despite the pain and suffering that accompanies them like a shadow, there is an undeniable allure to Faeowulf, a magnetic pull that draws the curious and the brave into their orbit, where secrets and wonders await those willing to venture into the realm of the fae.

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One aspect of this wolf that never fails to leave an impression is the unnerving process of changing from one biological gender to another. For some the art of transformation is simple, clean, downright elegant. Not so with Faeowulf. As the situation demands they can and will shift. Their bones crack and rend asunder. Their flesh and fur twisting and squelching under the strain. The twine and iron that binds them only makes the process take longer and become more unbearable, mostly for those around that are subjected to it. When the change is complete the creature is, for all intents and purposes, the desired gender; be it male, female, or anything in between or not yet seen.

While the knowledge and general appearance of the creature stay the same. Most other aspects of the creature change along with the gender.

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